I stumbled backwards. I tripped over a tree root sticking out. I backed away as I kept staring at those words. It isn't possible. My parents can't be alive, I saw their dead bodies.
"Where are their bodies?" I asked Truine coldly.
"You wish to see them?" He asked, surprised.
"Of course I do," I said. A tear fell down my face. He took me to my parents' room. Their bodies were spread out on the bed, blood seeping from their heads. This had just happened. I could've reached them had I come home earlier. I looked at them, my parents. They had just been alive probably ten minutes ago. I just stared, I wouldn't break down, not in front of Truine. I walked to my parents, gave them both a kiss on the cheek, and I left.
I knew that Truine wouldn't have left me alone after what he just revealed the note to me. I looked around but saw nothing suspicious. Truine was just playing me. But what decision did I have to make? Was I supposed to choose if I stay with the humans or if I stay with the aliens?
If that was the decision, then obviously the right one, for Truine, would be to stay with Truine. I would not go back to him. I would not go back, if he hadn't told me that my parents were still alive. That fact messes everything up. I don't know who to believe or what to believe. I walked back to the tent, taking one last glance around to make sure no one was watching me. Someone was.
A tall, dark-haired figure was sitting on a bench, staring at me. I looked at him, and he didn't break eye contact. He got up, and turned around to walk across the street. I quickly followed after him, not trying to hide the fact that I noticed him staring.
I crossed the street and saw the man duck behind a building. I started to run after him. I made a sharp turn at the building that he hid behind and saw him turn another corner. I began to pick up my pace, accelerating to a full-out sprint. The man continued to walk at a fast pace, although he didn't speed up. I slowed down, worried that this might be a trap. "Hey!" I yelled out. "Why were you watching me? Who are you?"
The man continued to walk, although he turned around, indicating that he heard me. This time as he turned to look forward, I leapt at his legs. With a grunt we both fell down onto the pavement. I felt a sharp pain in my knee, I looked down and saw that I had just opened up a scar that I forgot I had.
"Don't run Yuvia, there are rocks everywhere." My mom told me. I turned around to look at her.
"I'll be fine mom," I assured her. I kept running around, following the other ten year olds that were playing a game of tag.
"Bubba I don't want you to get hurt,"my mom said again. I kept running but turned my head around, I was about to say something when my foot got stuck in a hole in the ground. I fell, my face smacking the cement. I cried out, but not because of my face, because of the rock that had lodged itself into my knee.My mom ran towards me, "Mija te dije que te ibas a lastimarte si corrías aqui!" She took out a pair of tweezers and held me steady as she tried to take the rock out of my knee. The whole time I clenched the back of her shirt and bit into her sweater...
"Ow! Mom!" I yelled. The man turned and gave me a confused look. I shook my head, replacing the old memory of pain with the new agony that came from me re-injuring myself. I sat back and bit into my own shirt, trying to take the rock that had lodged itself into my knee out.
The man who I had been chasing got up, wiped the dirt off himself, and looked at me. I looked into his eyes and was surprised that I found myself looking into a woman's eyes. But i knew her. This was the lady who had tried to shoot me on the day of the First.
"Who are you?" I asked her before she turned to run. "Why did you try to shoot me at that race?"
She looked at me, shocked that I had said something to her. Her bright green eyes went wide. She looked at me, trying to find something in my face. Her short black hair shined in the sunlight. She didn't say anything.
I just stared at her, there was something about her expression that made me feel sorry for her. She continued to look at me, then she took quick glances behind me. I said, more sternly this time, "I asked who are you."
Again my words had the same effect on her. She looked into my eyes again, still shocked that I had said something to her. She opened her mouth and I saw why she wasn't speaking, her teeth had been nailed together.
YOU ARE READING
The Thousandth One
Teen FictionIn a world torn apart by Them, Yuvia has to learn to deal with the consequences of her actions. She finds that some people are understanding, but others are not. And those are the most dangerous.